The Wreath: A Collection of Poems from Celebrated English AuthorsW.B. Gilley and H.I. Megarey, 1821 - 259 頁 |
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第 35 頁
... amid the skies , While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies . And now the downy cheek and deepen'd voice Gave dignity to Edwin's blooming prime ; And walks of wider circuit were his choice , And vales more wild , and ...
... amid the skies , While each assailing blast increase of strength supplies . And now the downy cheek and deepen'd voice Gave dignity to Edwin's blooming prime ; And walks of wider circuit were his choice , And vales more wild , and ...
第 104 頁
... Amid the chords bewilder'd laid , And back recoil'd , he knew not why , E'en at the sound himself had made . Next Anger rush'd , his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings , In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept ...
... Amid the chords bewilder'd laid , And back recoil'd , he knew not why , E'en at the sound himself had made . Next Anger rush'd , his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings , In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept ...
第 114 頁
... , As , with her Musidora , she ( Her Musidora fond of thee ) Amid the long withdrawing vale , Awakes the rivall'd nightingale . Thine is the balmy breath of morn , Just as HYMN ON SOLITUDE -Thompson, "Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude.
... , As , with her Musidora , she ( Her Musidora fond of thee ) Amid the long withdrawing vale , Awakes the rivall'd nightingale . Thine is the balmy breath of morn , Just as HYMN ON SOLITUDE -Thompson, "Hail, mildly pleasing Solitude.
第 157 頁
... keenest daggers there ? And show me what I was , and aggravate despair ? Ye streams of Gambia , and thou sacred shade ! Where in my youth's first dawn I joyful stray'd , Oft have I rous'd , amid your caverns dim , THE DYING NEGRO . 157.
... keenest daggers there ? And show me what I was , and aggravate despair ? Ye streams of Gambia , and thou sacred shade ! Where in my youth's first dawn I joyful stray'd , Oft have I rous'd , amid your caverns dim , THE DYING NEGRO . 157.
第 158 頁
... amid your caverns dim , The howling tiger , and the lion grim ! In vain they gloried in their headlong force , My javelin pierc'd them in their raging course . But little did my boding mind bewray , The victor and his hopes were doom'd ...
... amid your caverns dim , The howling tiger , and the lion grim ! In vain they gloried in their headlong force , My javelin pierc'd them in their raging course . But little did my boding mind bewray , The victor and his hopes were doom'd ...
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第 117 頁 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第 222 頁 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
第 173 頁 - Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year; Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die ; These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand, To winnow fragrance round the smiling land.
第 193 頁 - Sent forth a sleepy horror through the blood ; And where this valley winded out, below, The murmuring main was heard, and scarcely heard, to flow.
第 120 頁 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
第 141 頁 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
第 181 頁 - And calmly bent, to servitude conform, Dull as their lakes that slumber in the storm. Heavens ! how unlike their Belgic sires of old ! Rough, poor, content, ungovernably bold ; War in each breast, and freedom on each brow.
第 169 頁 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
第 177 頁 - And haply, though my harsh touch, faltering still, But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noontide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
第 182 頁 - Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by...